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I see… That certainly fills in some gaps that I was curious about, to be sure.

[ He’d never really asked what Silco specifically did as his work, and honestly? It was partially because it didn’t quite matter to Hugo. Silco clearly did unsavory work and had influence, but there were few lines of work that would make Hugo balk. Dealing drugs is a little surprising just because it seems like something a little beneath Silco’s ambitions… But illegal drugs were quite rare in New Eridu in the first place, so. He can also realize that he has a different perspective, most likely. ]

From what he’s explained about Zaun, I can see why Shimmer would be appealing. It sounds like a difficult place to live and work, to put it politely.

[ Hugo’s tone is neutral, though. While he does think some of the blame for that would lie with people like Mel, he also understands that these things are an entire system. The kind of suffering in Zaun wouldn’t be because of a single person—or even a group of people, probably.

…But it does put Silco’s movements and ambitions here in a different light. He’ll keep those to himself, but it’s worth keeping a careful eye on. ]

Though, honestly, you both have my sympathies, in a way. To be a whole world away and the politics of home are still so present sounds rather exhausting, honestly. [ He gives her a little smile and a shrug as he laughs. ] I learned more about it after that anonymous post, after all. Silco was rather sour about it all, but it at least got him to explain things better.

To survive to live another day, to manage through the pain... I can understand why people would turn to it. I fear it will happen again here.

[ As so many people are in pain, including their own. It's not a matter of being responsible or being wise to the nature of something so addicting; it's that vices provide a service, an escape. All of them have their ways out. Some, like Mel, work themselves into an early grave trying to do overmuch; some throw themselves into danger; others partake of some kind of imbibing. She doesn't judge it. It took her long enough to see why, as for a long time, it was only a concern.

Now, well. It's still a concern but not for the same reasons. ]

It's funny you say that. I've...mostly moved on from the politics of our world, even if that makes I'm slipping the lead on responsibility. Silco is the one who keeps bringing it up. He's mired in it. I... I have sympathy for him in that sense. His life was ruled by us and we neglected and failed him and his fellows at every turn.

[ Make no mistake, she's aware of her flaws, her foolishness, her cruelties. Nearly ten years, give or take, but it's a status quo two hundred years in the making. Still, she hums quietly. Knowing Silco at least opened up to Hugo means...a great deal, in some respects. ]

As I said, I don't disagree with Silco's desires, only his methods. His anger could cost him, could cost the people around him.

Ha— Why am I not at all surprised to hear that?

[ He responds lightly and almost jokingly after she mentions that it’s Silco that’s holding onto things. Clearly, Hugo knows him well enough to expect that, but then again, how much does that really take? It’s one of the clearer things about the man’s psyche once you truly get to know him.

He understands it, though. It’s why when he laughs again, it’s softer and more reflective. ]

I have sympathy too, though I learned very directly to not tell him that. I only know your world in broad strokes—Ah, no, or maybe like an impressionistic painting?

[ He can’t resist the artistic metaphor, at least in her company. ]

…But I feel that I’ve lived similar shades of both of your worlds. I’ve seen the very top and the very bottom of what it means to live in society, and I’ve found both are rife with their unique problems and miseries. It’s why I rather like you both!

[ He can say that easily even if he wouldn’t exactly expect either of them to return the sentiment. It wouldn’t bother him even so. Hugo has his issues, but he’s an extrovert. He finds it easy to like people, and the problem lies more with anything deeper than a surface level connection. It’s why imprints are so unsettling. ]

It’s why I understand his anger too. I feel like I could have had the same if I hadn’t gotten very lucky when I was a younger man. [ and hilariously, a way to bring up that hugo is not in fact as young as he looks,,, ] If my mentor hadn’t been a pacifist, I’m sure that I would agree much more with the methods that he seems to favor.

Yes, I wouldn’t tell him that. He’ll think you’re coddling him and we can’t have that.

[ It makes it all an impossible situation. If she were to try and apologize, he’d scorn it; if she offered atonement in some fashion he’d tell her there was never enough she could do; if he offered empathy, sympathy, concern, he’d tell her it was fake. There is no pleasing him, no way to make up for what’s been done, and perhaps that is the point of it all. There is nothing that any of them could do to mend what’s been broken. Power must be given back to Zaun and Piltover must learn not only to co-exist but to give Zaun its due. There is so much to be done that giving anything to Silco alone would be paltry, and so she understands his derision, the blades he cuts with.

And so it takes her by surprise when Hugo says he likes the both of them, mostly because she is…quite unused to being told that regardless of who’s on the other end of the statement. The lift of her eyebrow, however, is reserved for when he speaks about his age. And about having a pacifist mentor. ]

You still seem like a young man to me. [ Just saying. ] I think Silco’s methods are things that the Augmented will, at this juncture, be more willing to jump to. That is also my concern, even if I can blame neither him nor them for their outcry.

[ She made quite a mess as well, so she has no ground to stand on. But there will be a great deal of trouble if Silco incites open war and while Patho-Gen still has the ability to control them, to separate their souls from their bodies. ]

I think Silco is needed, and I do not mean that as a tool. He is someone who is willing to do what needs to be done when many of us still struggle to do so. But if he is left to his own devices and given free rein, I fear that not only he will be in danger but most of us by extension, and the people of Karteria he is supporting.

[ There’s a small lilt as his smile carries to his eyes at seeing her surprise. He can guess where it’s coming from, since maybe he’s projecting, but he does think they’re similar in this. Hearing and accepting that kind of sentiment is difficult. However, it’s quick to turn to an open laugh as she points at something else entirely. ]

Ah, and that’s exactly why Silco insists on calling me “boy”. My hair and skin routine works wonders, clearly~.

[ He even grins a bit roguishly, but with more of a laugh, he shrugs and shakes his head. ]

I’m just kidding. Though I do take pride in both, it’s just genetics. Elven people may not live longer than others despite the fairytales, but we age more slowly. I’m 35, just to settle the curiosity~.

[ The rest of their conversation might be serious, but he’s not one to avoid lightness when it presents itself. It’s a funnier topic, to be sure, which is why it’s almost a shame to just continue on… But the rest is more important. It’s why his laugh fades into a thoughtful little hum, because her words do resonate with him. Doing what needs to be done… That feels like the concise measure of most of what he and Silco have talked about. ]

…It is needed, though. To be serious about this. Considering what Patho-Gen seems to have planned for us—or at least some parts of Patho-Gen—I do fear that extreme measures will become necessary. But not would I say that everyone here can stomach what that means. The vast majority of the Augmented I’ve met are…

[ He trails off as he searches for a word, since “kind” is what comes to mind, but it seems too simple for what he means. It’s not unlike how he saw his work at home. There are some people that can take on difficult, dirty work for the sake of saving others from that kind of burden. ]

Well, if they can avoid being wrapped up in such necessary measures, then it’s for the best.

[ Thirty-five? That's... She certainly assumed he was younger. (This will teach her to respect the privacy of others on the network. She really should start vetting people more strictly.) At least she won't insult him with calling him younger than he is, or with the quips Silco says. And when he speaks of others, well... Mel has to huff out a quiet laugh. ]

They're hopeful and optimistic. I understand. Many believe that we can appeal to Patho-Gen and change things. Others believe rushing in and setting fire to the building would be best.

[ Look, she doesn't disagree with Takasugi's desires, just his methods. It's a wonder no one tried to have him killed. ]

But most of all, we are bound together. Many people here would charge in head first and forget that their fellows, their friends and loved ones, would be in immediate danger. And too many of them believe our enemies would hesitate. Silco doesn't have that compunction. He's lived with those consequences. And he knows what will happen if things go wrong. But that lived experience... I fear it will erupt out of him.

[ And that his ire, his rage, will move the flood of an uprising. ]

As do I. It’s… nice, to think that way.

[ Or naïve, but just from his gentler tone, it’s clear that he views it with more nuance than that. That he wishes he could see the world in that kind of optimistic way. He sighs and shakes his head. ]

Perhaps some of Patho-Gen would be on our side, if that recent post is to be believed. [ He doesn’t, but. ] But even if there’s division within their ranks, I have my doubts that it would be enough. I think the majority would be self-interested. I can imagine plenty of justifications they’d have for it, since they happen in my world too. If you’re fighting the end of the world, then things are different.

[ He shrugs, since honestly, though he’s heard about those things in New Eridu, he doesn’t have much emotional stake in it. He’s not a man that will solve the Hollow disasters, and he’s never had any interest in trying to. ]

However, I do agree that we’re all in this together. That much I feel certain about. It’s why I have no problem hosting that mirror, since it’s a step towards us being more self-reliant. And hopefully a step away from those that choose the more chaotic path like Silco, yes.

As much as I don't truly believe there will be a full schism in the ranks...I do think it's worth our time to keep an eye on things. In the end, they may try to silence our few supporters, and I would much rather have them on the outside with us and able to provide what information they can than to know they are gone.

[ It muddies the waters, of course. So many people in Karteria working for Patho-Gen means that they are bound to not only encounter heavy resistance in areas but also that they will need to be more discerning of who is the enemy and who is not. People looking for a better life and putting trust in an organization are not the same as those who blatantly hurt for the sake of raw data.

Mel hums a quiet note. ]

When we first arrived, I almost felt empathy for them. I can understand that if our world was in danger back home, would we not do anything and everything?

[ But there has to be a line and Patho-Gen has surely crossed it. ]

Anything you might need for your own protection as we move forward...please tell me. I know I'm not only asking you to take a risk but you and I know the stakes better than most. I don't wish to lose you as an ally so soon.

Agreed. Considering what they’ve done to some of our own, I have no doubts that if the dissenters became too inconvenient, they’d simply kill them. That’s what’s typical with my world, at least, and I see no reason to expect any difference here.

[ He shrugs, but it’s as his frown deepens. ]

…It’s almost funny, actually. My world is one that’s in as dire straights as this one. I’ve personally seen how those in power justify things that feel similar to what they seem to want to accomplish here. Soldiers who are cloned, others who are put into the shells of Intelligent Constructs—all things that are known and simply accepted as part of a cost for our continued existence. What other choice is there? That’s always the question, and I don’t have an answer for it either.

[ He understands it. It’s simply part of life in New Eridu, and while he’s stumbled across some secret details of those measures before, it’s not like he’d ever made an effort to stop them. It’s why he sighs, since it feels like more a personal failing now. But, still. It’s not the same. He looks to Mel more seriously now. ]

Yet, I’m not keen to be a martyr for their cause. That is where Silco and I agree.

[ The methods, perhaps not, but the resolve and the anger? Absolutely. The latter has only gotten more intense as of late, and the line between his own perception and what his Spectral Soul encourage is growing ever blurrier. ]

At the very least, I don’t think you have to worry too much about losing me, save for Patho-Gen interference that can’t be planned for anyways. I’m a Spectral, you see, so I’ve already died. I think I’m very much here to stay.

[ It’s a shame Hugo has no other answer despite having experienced much of this. She’s certain he would have at least shared what it was by now. Still, he has that understanding, and it’s one she leans on now. As Hugo looks her way, his expression somber, Mel’s gaze is steely. It never shows in her expression, too schooled for that. ]

Nor would I ask you or anyone else to give so much. No one should need to be sacrificed at the altar of our safety.

[ But that’s the expectation by the Karterians. Their struggle is now that of the Augmented’s by nature of their existence here. They are to be cannon fodder. It’s something she’s discussed at length with Silco: that there must be another reason for their presence, because finding Katalyth isn’t cutting it. There has to be something else, but she’d…hoped, perhaps naively, that the real reason wasn’t rampant experimentation or using them as scapegoats. In this, she supposes Silco was right again, even if she wishes that wasn’t the case. ]

If we start allowing martyrs, then we can make any justification as is necessary, and no one will be spared even between us. [ Mel sighs. ] Far be it for me to sound foolish but…I think we need to make fewer concessions, not more, because if we continue to compromise then we will lose everything.

It’s one thing to help the Karterians, to support their rebuilding, to support the health of this world. But what is being allowed…

[ There is something wrong with this city. She wishes she could say that if this occurred in Noxus, in Piltover, in Zaun, there would be a stronger outcry. But she knows how Piltover would react if Zaun’s people were harmed; it would be the same as here, with silence in the days following. ]

I don’t have a solution either. I wish I did. And I wish it didn’t involve people like you dying.

Well, when it comes to my death, I place the blame for that squarely on Patho-Gen.

[ He responds to that first, because ironically, that’s easy. He’ll always feel Takasugi’s teeth in his side and the heaviness of Silco’s water in his chest, but what had led to that at all? It’s easy to turn his ire towards the ones responsible for it in the first place. ]

I feel much the same for their plight at this point, so I hardly think it’s foolish. I may be sympathetic towards it, and I feel especially for the people who have no choice in our being here, but. It’s not as if we volunteered for this task and are having second thoughts. [ He huffs out a laugh as he shrugs. ] There’s a reason I never volunteered for any of the organizations dedicated to fighting against the Hollows. I’m just not the self-sacrificial sort~.

[ He might be light and joking in his tone, but the sentiment is sincere. Even if Patho-Gen had begged for his help, he would have refused. He’s not the heroic type. He never has been and he never will be. ]

…But, that said. If you happen to hear of anything that might be useful to end up in our hands, I might be able to assist. I did run an art gallery back home, that’s all perfectly true, but my much more lucrative profession is stealing from places like Patho-Gen.

I think that's the piece that rankles me the most. The people here surely understand we were brought here against our wills, and yet we're treated like animals and outsiders, but in the same breath they want us to believe we're saviors.

[ There's a kind of cognitive dissonance to it but one she still can't fully fathom and accept. It troubles her deeply because the wall feels too damn high to breach, and while several Karterians came to their aid when people were kidnapped... That it took them this long to think on it, to understand it, to truly realize the horror of it— ]

I understand their blind loyalty to Patho-Gen for their years of service. But we're missing something, I feel.

[ What other horrors have these people seen, where the sight of tortured Augmented is startling but not enough to cause open conflict or louder, more persistent concern. But to his comment, Mel turns over a few things. ]

...There was a man here months ago who broke in and got information. Chuuya is his name, though I haven't seen him around at all. Brickston tried to break in as well and was caught. But if you're looking for specific things, I have a name for you. I only ask that you keep the name from Silco.

[ Not that she thinks Silco will harm Momo, but she fears he'll use him, and she wants Momo's involvement in anything, especially after all he's suffered, to be a consensual one. ]

I will.

[ He agrees to those terms easily and without questioning why. It’s not exactly hard to guess in broad strokes, since Silco is a dangerous man. Whether that’s in ideology or straightforward violence, it doesn’t matter. Hugo understands why Mel would want to be careful in keeping people away from him.

That’s the easy part. The rest… ]

I worry that I know part of what we’re missing, and it’s all the more reason that having a safe settlement would be wise.

[ His expression is serious, but subtle though it may be, there’s a quiet anger underneath it. ]

Just so I don’t repeat information you might already know, did you see what was underneath Kelesis?

[ They're in lockstep on that piece. It's something that's been nagging at her for weeks now and even though a safe settlement will not prevent them from being controlled or brought back into the city... It's a start. And it's better than the alternative. She's about to give him the name when Hugo's expression changes, and hers does almost in an echo of his own.

There's a tip of her head in a nod. ]

I did. You did as well, obviously. [ Or he wouldn't be bringing it up. ] What they've done to those creatures, those who were likely people once...

[ It's vile. ]

That’s good, in a way. It’s not something where I’d want to be the bearer of very bad news, you know?

[ There’s half a joke in that, but he sighs as he shakes his head. The rest of this is serious. ]

While some [ most, ] were raiding Patho-Gen’s headquarters, I decided to head to Kelesis instead. I found Patho-Gen employees down there as well, though nothing useful on them other than the fact that they were there. That they’re aware.

[ It’s damning, to him. Between that and such a large portion of their own being taken away to be tortured, he doesn’t trust Patho-Gen at all. Even if there are good ones, does that matter? There’s enough that’s rotten that he’s inclined to be harsh and say no. But those are also thoughts he’d be more inclined to share with Silco than Mel. Even if he and Silco are rather aligned in their way of thinking, Hugo seeks a different public reputation than he does. ]

…And that’s where I worry that we’d very quickly lose public support. Perhaps the average person isn’t aware—I’d even say they certainly aren’t—but I think the purpose of those Terra were clear. I think we’re more fundamental to how this place survives than they’re letting on.

[ Mel is quiet for a time, gaze a thousand miles away and briefly unseeing. It's something she's been planning to do, to try to help those creatures, but she has no idea how to free them without exposing them to sunlight and causing them to frenzy. There's no telling how conscious they are, how sane, and that's the worst of it all. Anything they might try to do to help will just end up hurting them, and leaving them is worse. ]

Silco and I had a similar conversation some months ago before all of this was found. That our purpose can't just be for finding Katalyth. So whether we are reduced to food and servitude or something worse, it does not matter; they likely have little intention of fixing this world without us becoming the linchpins of their needs.

[ And so they should start considering what their relative Full Shifts can do and how that could benefit a society in any way, and that will likely give them a better answer. ]

I doubt the average person knows where their food is coming from. But those creatures, those people, are suffering. I'm certain Patho-Gen is hoping we can be substitutes in some fashion. Although... [ A pause. ] ...are you aware that there was a significant amount of Katalyth wherever they took the other Augmented?

[ Hugo patiently waits for her response as she mulls it over. He can guess what she’s thinking about, because he’d heard those pleads too. For him, that’s enough. For him, he’d killed every member of Patho-Gen that he and Silco had stumbled across while exploring that horrible place. Part of him had wanted to just leave them to their ironic fate of being nourishment for their grotesque “farm”, but he’d had a semblance of mercy himself, however harsh it might be.

By the time he left, he was ready to burn it all down. But that had also felt like a decision that should be left to someone else. He’d recognized his desire for vengeance wasn’t exactly rational. It’s been more present since the reality of their position here had become clearer. ]

I agree. I didn’t exactly believe their story myself when I arrived, but it seems like their intentions are far worse than I imagined. The sooner we can free ourselves from their shackles, the better. I think the same for those left below, though their recourse is…

[ He trails off, since putting it to words feels vile. But if she’s aware of what’s down there, she surely heard them too. It’s not subtle what he’s implying, but he sighs as he continues on. ]

I am. I wouldn’t call it lucky, exactly, but it’s at least something that we were able to talk to our fellows in that strange realm. [ Dream? He’s still not sure what to call it. ] So, it seems like they have no problem finding it themselves. I don’t really understand why they’d want to expose us to it, though. It’s not as if it’s safe for them if we’re fully Corrupted. It’s more dangerous, I’d venture.

It could also be the Katalyth we've been finding for them, stockpiled in their own facility. I don't know that any of us have seen them actually dispose of the substance.

[ She certainly hasn't stuck around to see someone remove it, and she could chide herself for such a thing now. If she had, she could at least say for certain if there was a technique involved or if they truly were getting rid of deposits. They do disappear so they must be removed, but being destroyed is another matter.

It makes her wonder if Katalyth can be destroyed at all. ]

That could be the case. But they've proven they can control us regardless. I would wager we should be more inclined to wonder why they haven't made attempts to control us when we've gotten out of hand in the city previously.

[ Not that she would wish it on Pom but he's told her of his reactions, of what happened between him, Gale, and Astarion. And while that did end with some kind of intervention... It just makes her think that Patho-Gen is more strategic about when they use such a thing, either to conceal the extent of their power or because they simply don't care about the ramifications. Data is data.

Mel hates that it's speculation. ]

It's also likely that the more they test us, the more they know what we can endure. It's not as if they are running out of worlds to pull from. If we die or fail... [ A pause. ] Hugo, one of the workers at their headquarters even said it didn't matter if we died; Patho-Gen would just 'revive' us.

Whether it's true or not, we are seen as expendable by a whole swath of the people here.

[ Hugo’s eyes widen, but then quickly narrow again into that same serious expression. ]

I… hadn’t considered that. That’s a possibility.

[ But why, he wonders. The Katalyth hurts the Augmented, but it’s not like it’s good for the locals either. His immediate, cynical guess would be a weapon, since that’s human nature, isn’t it? Anything that hurts others can be turned into a weapon. It’s why he thinks they might be meant as weapons too, since it’s not like he can see a “purpose” for Spectrals like he could Terra, however much he hates to think of any of them that way.

However, that thought fades away as Mel continues to explain. That revelation about their potential fates makes him clench his jaw as his mouth becomes a thin, stern line. ]

Revive us? They can do that?

[ He’s angry to hear that. It’s clear in his face, even if it’s cold and controlled. The fact that Spectrals have to go through death is bad enough, but the idea that any of them could go through it? He hates it. Hates Patho-Gen, because he thinks of all the kind people who truly shouldn’t have to experience something like that.

Claws in his side. Water in his lungs. Choking back to life. His scythe is absolutely meant to cut out the rotten people that cause such misfortune—

Those bitter, vengeful thoughts aren’t his. Not fully, and he realizes it in the same way he realizes that his glamor has faltered to show his unsettling, dark sclera, and the ghostly glow in his hair. He closes his eyes sharply as he breathes in an unnecessary breath through his nose. ]

—Apologies.

[ He opens his eyes again, and it’s all back to “normal”. He’s calm and controlled again, however much he’s forced it. ]

There’s a lot of work to do. That’s what I’m realizing.

[ Her tail twitches. She becomes aware of Hugo's sudden shift in demeanor only a few moments before he begins to change, and though they are mostly alone, the last thing she wants is for him to catch the attention of others. Even now as she can see him (the real him) ever so briefly, she can verify what her soul sight has caught only in glimpses. The long tip of one canine hooks into the corner of her lip. ]

Hugo.

[ It's gentle, far more so than she has been before. Her hand reaches out but doesn't make contact, letting it linger a few inches from his upper arm if he should need support. He doesn't need her help, though; he's back to normal quickly enough that she needn't have been worried.

(No, that's not quite right, is it? She hadn't been worried about him causing a scene. She was worried about his other soul slipping from his control and hurting him.)

With a frown, she shakes her head. ]

It's fine. It's... I find myself more and more furious these days too. [ Her gaze narrows as it glances outwards. ] There's so much work to be done.

[ And for all that people want to help... Hugo is right. Too many people are soft; too many people want to maintain complete peace. They won't be able to live with the difficult choices that will come from this. And as the Augmented are already struggling to get their feet back on the ground after what's occurred, to ask them to sacrifice more is too much. ]

Aha… How embarrassing~.

[ He plays off the lapse with a light-hearted laugh, and there’s even a little bit of color on his cheeks as he glances away. It’s true that it is embarrassing, so that flush is real, but he’s also severely underplaying the reaction itself. He’s always valued his self-control, and that’s true now more than ever here. There’s the practical concern, of course. He doesn’t want to lose his mind and attack others as he’d been attacked by Takasugi.

But also, painful as the irony may be, all things considered… He doesn’t want to be looked at as a monster. Not by his fellow Augmented, at least. Perhaps that’s inevitable, considering his vicious diet, but he’ll still keep it at bay as long as possible.

Idly, he reaches into his inner coat pocket to pull out a large coin. He doesn’t make a show of it, especially since he continues talking once he’s done it, but he starts to flip it over his knuckles. A nervous habit, perhaps. ]

…Though it’s oddly a relief to hear that it isn’t just me. Patho-Gen certainly provides no shortage of things to be furious about, especially as of late.

[ He sighs and shakes his head. ]

Well, I wouldn’t say we have our work cut out for us in the slightest, really… [ A bit cynical to start, but his voice warms as he continues. ] But I’ll still provide all my skills for it. I’ve become rather fond of the Augmented, so… Helping them is what seems right with this new life of mine.

[ The way Hugo says it snags on her conscience like a hook. Despite professing not to be any kind of martyr, he's still willing to put his safety and well being on the line to at least try and make a difference. A part of her knows she should be more skeptical of Hugo in some ways, as someone who is also imprinted with Silco. But he's given her no reason not to trust him, and when he speaks of truly caring for the Augmented...

She has to believe it. And she does think he means it too. ]

I'll let you know what opportunity there is once I've given it more thought. I want to be careful, as we said before, about who is doing what piece. There are many of us who are too tender-hearted to be asked to do the difficult work, just as there are some among us who I wish to remain wary of.

[ Frankly, she's not even speaking of Silco at this point, though he's...a problem on his own. No, she's speaking of two things: ]

An Augmented was helping Patho-Gen, subjecting themselves to experimentation. We may not be able to convince people not to ply their luck with our hosts but the more information we give them, the more opportunity we give them, the stronger they will be against us.

And there's the matter of this military option.

[ She's waiting to see on that. But she knows war; she knows what her mother would do. It's a box that, once opened, cannot be closed. Mel will be keeping her eye on Set and his work. ]

[ Hugo makes a little noise of agreement, since he doesn’t find any fault with her plan. He’d think about it the same way. Keeping peoples’ jobs specific was always important when he was planning his heists with Mockingbird, so he understands it well, if on a smaller scale. He does frown when she mentions someone volunteering for that process (idiot, he thinks), but he doesn’t end up criticizing that. ]

Right. Set’s project, correct? I’ve met him.

[ …Been attacked, bitten, and imprinted by him, more accurately, but that’s embarrassing. He really needs to imprint with someone in a normal circumstance. Whatever that actually means. ]

Personally, I don’t know if that’s a wise course of action, but I also can’t say I’d put it entirely off the table. It’s just a dangerous option. For everyone.

[ He may not know war, but he’s not stupid. His thoughts are very much aligned with hers, because he can easily imagine how Patho-Gen could decide that they’re more trouble than they’re worth if they turn to truly fighting against them. Hugo isn’t confident that Patho-Gen considers them valuable enough to not purge if the extreme option was needed. Yet, it’s that very thought that makes him think it’s probably worthwhile to keep as their own extreme option. ]

No, I— I agree with you. We can't dismiss anything out of turn but I would like very much to avoid it. Once we open up that option, there will be no going back.

[ Set had briefly assured her that these people would be willing to work, wanting to help and aid the Augmented, but she has no idea if they can be trusted or where their feelings fell on the side of Patho-Gen. It's inviting a fox into a chicken den: they may be docile at first but she cannot guarantee safety to anyone helping them if military presence is involved.

Despite saying all of that, though, she still looks uncomfortable with it. ]

It only takes one misstep for our path to disappear.

[ And there's no safety net. Patho-Gen and the government won't help them; the upper classes won't aid them. The support they have are from people with meager circumstances as well...and it is just as likely they will remove that help if it jeopardizes too much. ]

Thank goodness… I expected you’d understand, of course, but Set is…

[ He trails off with a twist of his expression. It’s not distaste, but it’s closer to exasperation. It’s at Set because he’s a difficult person, but it’s also at himself a bit, since he’s been considering reaching out to him anyways. Hearing this from Mel, he’s actually all the more certain that he should. He will, in fact, get more than he bargained for out of that, ]

I’ll just be polite and say that he’s a strong personality.

[ Which is putting it so lightly… ]

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assuming this takes place prior to her helping out with Mercy Kill...

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